viernes, 18 de diciembre de 2009

The never ending juncture for OSI

winter closed a box
containing unfinished toil,
tejuelas,seeds, brightness
musks full of lightness,
soft lleuque, brilliant thread,
nine months under the rain
like a child in the womb waits,
until a splash of spring aroma
sunlight rays bright chroma,
make me reopen the silent top
recalling the never ending juncture
of time and things to be born

martes, 15 de diciembre de 2009

Grave offense - Ofensa grave for 3WW

dancing with litheness,
bees on the top of  flowers,
is it  grave offense?

danzando con  estilo
abejas en  flor
no ofenden  en serio

lunes, 7 de diciembre de 2009

Strange word

when learning a  language
I open my luggage
I  keep new connotations
with different perceptions
sometimes I can not foresee
how difficult it will be
letters make me confused
I feel my mind is abused
a word like weird takes time
to establish into my mind

domingo, 29 de noviembre de 2009


to in-migrate I enter
quite paths in me
to acquire  surrender

viernes, 20 de noviembre de 2009

miércoles, 11 de noviembre de 2009

Time of asking

where is God? the teacher asks
at church the children say
where is God? she insists
on the cross they repeat
where is God? listen please
in heaven, in earth and in all place
 thinking about that time of asking
I know  that in us  is His grace

sábado, 7 de noviembre de 2009

sábado, 31 de octubre de 2009

Shift in time for OSI

thousands of humans
around the world
stop for a while
and with their hands
shift the time
thousands of ants
over earth and stone
would  never stop
and without a clock
they build a castle
in a tímeless rustle

domingo, 25 de octubre de 2009

Esquiva - Elusive for OSI

equals they strive
try to balance it
make it the same
put it in order
but it is elusive
walks out lenient
ignoring control
it escapes the inspection
creating the exception

“Exceptio probat regulam in casibus non exceptis”

los iguales se esfuerzan
tratan de nivelarla
volverla parecida
la ubican en la fila
pero ella es esquiva
permanece  indulgente
ignorando el control
se aleja de la inspección
creando la excepción

sábado, 24 de octubre de 2009

"Shame" for Sunday Scribblings


when I was a child
I used to grieve
a lot about sins
it was such a shame
talking to the priest
standing on my knees
telling in regret
what others had set
today I have learnt
that I can be ashamed
only if I allow others
to make me feel that way
and not listen to my heart
that has the truth inside

lunes, 19 de octubre de 2009

"Conquista" "Conquer" for OSI

Conquista - Conquer

no ignoro la petición

que con algunas palabras

conquista mi corazón

some words conquer my heart

how could I deny

your wish for me to apply?

domingo, 18 de octubre de 2009

"Junk" for Sunday Scribblings


Diogenes in old times
like a beggar spent his life

living proudly like a dog

rejecting material comfort
he could instictively know

what was friend or who was foe

why your name has been applied

to a behavioural disorder
characterised by self neglect and hoarding?
I want to replevy you and assure

that your intention was pure

lunes, 12 de octubre de 2009


All hangings descent

Bare wall
Shows a talisman

I think all the things we keep have in some degree a "talisman" connotation. Sometimes the talisman does not belong to our possessions but is born from the hazard.

domingo, 11 de octubre de 2009

Enjoying Leonard Cohen´s music

I spotted this meme on Gabrielle’s Wild Goose Scoops Moon site.

I hope this inspires you to share some of your favorite songs

As a tribute to Leonard Cohen , I offer a potpourri of songs, sorted through the filter of

My Life According to Leonard Cohen:

1.- Are you a male or female? - You know who I am

2.- Describe yourself? - Minute Prologue

3.- How do you feel? - Passing through

4.- Describe where you currently live? – Love calls you by your name

5.- If you Could go anywhere, where you would go ? - First we take Manhattan

6.- Your favourtie form of transportation? - Like a bird on a wire

7.- Your best friend is : Democracy

8.- Your favourite color is: Love itself

9.- What´s the weather like? - A thousand kisses deep

10.- Favourite time of the day? - In my secret life

11.- If your life was a TV show, what it would be called? - Fingerprints

12.- What is life to you? - Avalanche

13.- Your relationships - Always

14.- Your fear: There is a war

15.- What is the best advice you have to give? - Be for real

16.- If you Could change your name , you would change it to: Light as the breeze

17.- Thought for the day : The guests

18.- How I would like to die? - The land of plenty

19.- My soul´s present condition - You have loved enough

20.- My motto: Why don´t you try

Leonard Norman Cohen was born in Montreal in 1934 on September 21. He is a poet and song writer.

For four decades, Leonard Cohen has been one of the most important and influential songwriters of our time, a figure whose body of work achieves greater depths of mystery and meaning as time goes on.

He has relentlessly examined the largest issues in human lives, always with a full appreciation of how elusive answers can be to the vexing questions he raises. But those questions, and the journey he has traveled in seeking to address them, are the ever-shifting substance of his work, as well as the reasons why his songs never lose their overwhelming emotional force.

The light came through the window,
Straight from the sun above,
And so inside my little room
There plunged the rays of Love.

In streams of light I clearly saw
The dust you seldom see,
Out of which the Nameless makes
A Name for one like me.

(from Love itself)

Please feel free to post your own My Life According to (fill in your favorite songwriter) and please let us know where we can find your impressions.
Here are the guidelines:

1) Answer the questions as well as you can, but using only song names from one artist.
2) Try not to repeat a song title.

sábado, 10 de octubre de 2009

Mis poemas dedicados

¿Quien iba a pensar? - Who would think (para Katina)

¿Quién iba a pensar
que de los desechos nacerían flores,
que bajo las piedras, entre rocas
y desierto, habían semillas,
esperando, y
todo recuerdo doloroso acabaría?

Who would think
that the waste would bear flowers,
that under stones, among rocks
and desert, there were seeds
hoping, and
all painful memories would end.

Recuerdos (para mi hijo Francisco)

Recuerdos no son solamente
Esas fotos y esos cuadros
Que cuelgan en la pared
O esas cosas que apreciamos
Y guardamos con placer
Porque algún ser tan querido
Nos entregó en el ayer
Son también esas imágenes
Que hoy podemos traer
Cuando cerramos los ojos
Y somos capaces de ver
Los momentos más amados
Lo guardado y que ya fue,
Lo que da sentido y forma
A los sueños otra vez

Basquiat (para Basquiat)

En los espacios más sutiles,
nos encontramos,
no te conozco pero puedo verte
cuando entre líneas
y en el aire quieto
el charcán canta suavecito

Que te vaya bien - Be well (para Francisco I)

You left to the ways you wanted,
and I remained thinking
about your outbursts, your laughter,
your kisses of sagacious boy.
I remember you going to school
with your grey suit
you were so near and so far,
I loved you but I did not know it
love grows with time and distance
good bye brother, be well...

Te fuistes por los caminos que querías,
y yo me quedé pensando
en tus arrebatos, tu risa,
tus besos de niño travieso.
Te recuerdo yendo al colegio
con tu ternito gris
estabas tan cercano y tan lejano,
yo te amaba mas no lo sabía
¡como crece el cariño en la distancia!
adiós hermano, que te vaya bien...

Goytisolo (para J A Goytisolo)

Confused in the quiet air
I forgot all your words,
its feeble trace;
what it was vanished like a rose"
Your words touch me so deep,
your book slips to the floor,
my eyes almost closed,
and I think of the end...wishing
I could face that in a similar moment.

"Confundido en el aire quieto
olvidé todas tus palabras
su débil huella. Lo que fue
se deshizo como una rosa"
Tu palabras me tocan tan hondo
tu libro se desliza al suelo,
mis ojos casi cerrados
y pienso en el final...deseando
enfrentarlo así

Pedro (para Pedro)

Tu risa como ola,
me golpea,
me toca,
e intimamente me arrincona
Tú no sabes más yo espero
esa pequeña muerte ansiada
que brota sin aviso
al oír tu carcajada.

Your laughter like a wave,
strikes me,
touches me,
and intimately corners me.

You don't know but I wait,
that little death so longed
that bursts without warning
and makes me feel alive

Asi de pronto (para bebé)

asi de pronto

te asomas a la vida

a nuestras vidas

lentamente te reconocemos

nosotros te nombramos

ya te imaginamos

te esperamos

ya te conocemos

domingo, 4 de octubre de 2009

A tale of two languages

“no eches leña al fuego”

just let it wait

when furious lust descends

true love ascends

I see the passion flame

all over the stage

“lo que sube tiene que caer”

enjoying your words

you inspired me this verse

(inspired by Heliotropism´s poems)

viernes, 2 de octubre de 2009

First kiss

when the moon was bright

in the winter that night

I eagerly wanted to know
what you did not show

I was thinking of you

deciding what to do

In the kitchen I found you

with unexpected kiss

I satiated your hunger

your lips trembling
our hearts shaking
smelling your scent

kisses would not end

domingo, 27 de septiembre de 2009


White is an allure
When my love is pure
I am on the meadow
When I feel like yellow
If you bend your face
I will turn blue pale
When we are in bed
I am usually in red
If you give me a kiss
I will dress in pink
If you are doomed by spleen
Your mouth will be green
I do not like the black
It is always so sad
When nothing to say
My dreams may turn gray
When the rainbow is born
I give him a caleidoscope

sábado, 26 de septiembre de 2009


Excentricities of a millionaire

a palace full of gold

that he does not want to show

under the pressing of his thumb

fog starts to grow

he is no longer a human being

he becomes quite unseen

miércoles, 23 de septiembre de 2009


starving for its touch
golden rays make trunks bright with light
I like that too much

domingo, 13 de septiembre de 2009

Thirst - Sed

You said “I am thirsty”
fullfilling the prophecy
with nails in your hands
on your path to the divine
you were still a man

“sed tengo” Tú dijistes

y la profecía cumplistes
aún con clavos en las manos
en el camino a lo divino
demostrastes ser humano

domingo, 6 de septiembre de 2009


longing for romance

the morning shines

if I would not wait for it

my heart may cry

sábado, 5 de septiembre de 2009

Where are the keys?

The things fly through the air,
the diskettes, the cds, the books,
the sheets of the bed, the blankets and the pillow;
you pace up and down the stairs,
you cry and scream,
where are the keys?
I look for the keys in silence,
I dare not talk
they do not appear,
you slam the door and leave
I sit at last and eat in silence
I am at peace for a bit and think
is this God´s will?

domingo, 30 de agosto de 2009

What is poetry? - ¿Qué es poesía?

what is poetry? you ask

staring at me in blue

what is poetry ....I think

poetry is you

(This poem is based on G A Becquer's poem ¿Qué es poesía)

¿Qué es poesía?, dices mientras clavas
En mi pupila tu pupila azul.

¡Qué es poesía! ¿Y tú me lo preguntas?
Poesía eres tú.

domingo, 23 de agosto de 2009


From afar
We can see the stars
But the light and the spirit
Allow us to be near
if the moon stands still
we may climb the hill

martes, 11 de agosto de 2009


New new new new new

why should I have all those things

I can´t share with you

martes, 4 de agosto de 2009

The window - La ventana

For those behind bars
For the invalid at the hospital
For those who in depression sigh
For those that the moonlight make cry
Only the window is their faithful mate
She opens the light and the hope
For all those who wait

El que tras la rejas está
El enfermo que llega el final
El que en depresión suspira
El que en la noche a la luna mira
Solo la ventana es fiel compañera
abriendo esperanza y luz
para ese que espera

sábado, 1 de agosto de 2009

Lápiz grafito - Graphite pencil

Lapiz grafito pequeño

Lo que escribes no perdura

Siempre recuerdo tu esencia

Que aprendí con inocencia

Ese olor tan especial

Que en mi mano yo sentía

Cuando aprendía a escribir

A la luz de aquellos dias

small graphite pencil

what you write will never last

I always remember your scent

that I learnt in innocence

that so very special fragance

that in my hand I used to hold

when I learned how to write

under bright light long ago

martes, 21 de julio de 2009

Inner voice

sounds from nowhere

stayed just into your head

it sounded like murmurs and orders

could not understand that disorder

but you had no other choice

it is impossible to know

how neurons produce a voice

they just function and they show

becoming invisible enemy

and will make them believe in evil

poor guy that is enough

to make others run fast

domingo, 12 de julio de 2009


I like these ideas about thinking:

- Thoughts are the parents of feelings

- I am free to think what I want: I am the owner of my thoughts

miércoles, 8 de julio de 2009

Strangers - Extraños

strangers in the day

in the night and eye to eye

love at first sight

I could not recognize

when he passed by my side

extraños allá extraños aquí

y en la quebrada del ají

amor a primera vista

no dejó ninguna pista

(I wanted to do a spanish version "quebrada del ají" we say when we mean an unknown place...)

sábado, 4 de julio de 2009

Comportamiento humano - Human behavior

difícil es definir

lo que humano quiere decir

o que explique totalmente

toda la gran confusión

que un hombre tiene en su mente

y conforma la raíz

de todo comportamiento

it is hard to define

what human is meant to be

or accurately define

all the big confussion

a person has in his soul

conforming oh yes! the source

of men and women behavior

domingo, 28 de junio de 2009

domingo, 14 de junio de 2009

The wall

I lean on the wall

I ear through the wall

The wall separates me

The wall embraces me

we destroy visible walls

we build invisible walls

Walls to live in

Walls to die in

A wooden wall I like

A cement wall I dislike

I prefer a broken wall

To peep at you through a hole


Hello what is your name?
Sorry...I cannot say
Let me see your wings
I will show only if you sing
La la la la la la la
That is a beautiful song
Go and strike hard on the gong
Now let´s play cards
Kiss and shake hands
That is too intimate you say
Well if you prefer we pray
that is absurd you repeat
but it is also very sweet

lunes, 8 de junio de 2009

Intersection - Intersección

too many roads

to reach the point

where you and me

would meet

demasiados caminos

para alcanzar el punto

donde tú y yo

nos unimos

domingo, 17 de mayo de 2009

domingo, 3 de mayo de 2009


Soft tactile nearness

The water stays motionless

two birds sing secrets

lunes, 20 de abril de 2009

Languages - Lenguas

Too many mouths have spoken
But none have said yet
What a single kiss has meant

Muchas bocas hablaron
Mas no expresaron
Lo que dijo un beso

viernes, 17 de abril de 2009

Live water

water knows its way

the road of many years

cannot be changed

martes, 7 de abril de 2009

sábado, 28 de marzo de 2009


Wasting my time

I take the mirror

and give a glance

someone talks to me

and I laugh

watching my face I discover

wrinkles around my eyes

for the first time I see

I am amazed

it is as if someone else

has come to laugh at me

to say “hello”

to me and to my life

I laugh again to verify

they are there, there´s no doubt

aging has arrived

(Sunday Scribblings)

viernes, 6 de marzo de 2009

The wheel - La rueda (for One single impression :Circles)

the spinning wheel
caressing the water
its tired heels
stopped the sprouting

la rueda girando
de día y de noche

acarició el agua

mas clavó sus tacos

y detuvo el brote

Listen to your heart - Escucha tu corazón (for Sunday Scribbligns:" Listen up..."

What I enjoy listening most in life are the sounds nature gives to us when we stay among nature and the quiet. I love to hear the different sounds a horse does as I rode over different roads, on the ground, the stones or crossing the water in the mountains. The whilsting and fluttering of birds among the trees and bushes are amazing. Sitting by a river is like staying in a different world, the river just talks to us with different rippling. There is no pleasure like that of listening to the sounds of silence. The best way to listen to our heart is to stay in touch with those sounds nature give to us with great generosity.

Lo que más disfruto en la vida son los sonidos que nos da la naturaleza cuando estamos en ella en quietud. Aún puedo oír los diferentes sonidos que hace un caballo cuando cabalgamos por diferentes caminos, ya sea en la tierra, en las piedras o cruzando agua en las montañas. El silbido y revoloteo de los pájaros entre los árboles y los arbustos son increíbles. Sentarse al lado del río es un mundo diferente, el río simplemente nos habla con sus diferentes murmullos. No hay placer igual al de escuchar los sonidos del silencio. La mejor forma de escuchar nuestro corazón es estar en contacto con los sonidos que la naturaleza nos entrega con generosidad.